Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

On this spot, in 1815, Mr. Miller erected a
convenient farm-house, similar to those built
throughout the interior of New England at that
epoch. It was of wood, two stories high, with an ell
projecting in the rear. The front and ends were
painted white, with green blinds, and the back side
was red. It fronts to the north. A small yard,
enclosed by a picket fence, and ornamented by
lilacs, raspberry and rosebushes, separates it from
the public road leading to Fairhaven, which is one
of the interesting objects in the foreground of the
extended view to the east, as seen from the window
of the “east room,” so full of tender and holy
recollections to all visitors.[1]
To the west of the house, a few rods distant, is
a beautiful grove, where, in later times, he often
prayed and wept. This spot was selected by the
political party to which Mr. Miller belonged, for
the place of a public celebration of the national
independence, on its anniversary, July 4th, 1816.
Mr. Miller was selected as the marshal of the day;
but, not fancying a party celebration, he used his
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